Busta Rhymes Freestyle
"yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes-
I smoke blunts though, but I
Get drunk with the Drunkenstyle
'99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out"
Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss
Straight to The Source- Nigga
Ya lost- Who be the boss?
Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin' ya cough
Turnin' ya ass off- Bounce to my loft
Let me show off
More shit niggas can't fuck wit'- The raw hit
Split your dome quick- Bitches
Lust my ice bracelet
Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it
Fucked you in the right place
With my night stick
I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension
Customized twenty inch rim
Chip inside the fuel injection
Pay attention to this lesson before I mention
Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension
I'm in the zone, hang up the cell phone
Rock stupid ice- Bitch started
Romancin' my stones
More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own
Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I
Hit you wit' the full blown!
Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back
Mothafucka, it's goin' down like that
Drunkenstyle '99 shit (Whistle blowing)
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99
Ayyo, one million and one times we floss
Fuck wit' these bitches wit' money on my mind
Rock coyote furs
Displayin' Frank Mueller watches
Get in the waistline
The nozzle way down in my crotches
Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice
Wit' such a shine look at the sky
See little movin' color blotches
Supreme niggas, controllin' the scene niggas
Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, nigga!
Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the ground
And you apply- We identified what
Your little bitch sound
Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin' like
A faggot's ass beaten
We catch pics and wild wit'
They money for the weekend
Raise the stakes, my nigga
Fuck the contemplatin'
Who be regulatin' shit
We controllin' the situation
Take your paper and bounce
Niggas ain't sayin' nothin' then I stop
Stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin'
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad
Straight smokin' blunts consistantly
Drunkenstyle '99 shit, Flipmode Squad
Authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga
But the problem is Extinction
Level Event shit
Bouncin' like satellites in orbit
Stay seein' all you funny-ass
Niggas at every-ass angle
Mothafucka, tryin' to move like you
Creepin' up on somethin'
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99
"Yo, this Mad Skillz
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? When I ain't
Endin' out end MC's careers real quick
I'm checkin' out my man Drunken Master
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? You know how
We get down
And if you don't know we don't speak
So watch you favorite beacon freak when
My shit hit's the streets
I'm unslept on like pissy sheets
I got lines and rhymes that raise
Minds like Einstein out his sleep
Fuck a heat- Nigga, I'm MC squared
Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo'
Ass like E in Hair not to be compared to you
Or that nigga over there
I'ma evacuate more rapid then a
Prison bomb scare- Aiiight?
Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the
Real before I jump out this joint"